October 2007 Archives
a simplified model with the roof as a uniform thickness in silicone to accommodate changes in level and simply demonstrate structural loading.
A fleeting peek into a fabulous church in Benicassim Valencia:
No windows,
the money ran out.
rough faced concrete,
Chairs of all sorts: essentially bring your own
or one found in a skip.
A nun was crawling the streets begging for more money to help them to find god in the building, not realizing that in its incompletion it was truly complete.
Its multipurpose utilitarian timber gate eclipsing Brunelleschi’s great bronzes in Florence. God was in the omission not the detail.
A single euro cent would not bring it one step closer to heaven; although the nun can be forgiven for believing this, as proverbially the trees do tend to cloud the wood, when immersed within.
This was the [fin de Siècle] ‘Hoxton chic’ church out of context, a near squat inhabited by deity.
We the undersigned believe vehemently from this celestial encounter that mess is truly more.
Signed: Orlando Oliver, in my capability as me myself and I and I and I.
The iconic church will be in part communally owned by roman families, in terms of shell chapels for individual families, and a vast cavern of tombs for interring loved ones.
The chapels form massive infrastructural pilotis supporting a canopy/roof spilling out into a creeper covered outdoor space.
